Tag: prose
group name: poeticlicense
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October 31, 2007 12:38 PM EDT --
Forgive me father, for I am sin.
Bartemaus:
I remember once, of a time long, long ago, before my birth. It was a time of hardship, a time of strife. That time was called The Awakening. . . . more
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May 07, 2007 07:00 PM EDT --
Acts of nature answer to no one...
the law of nature doesn't require law ful deeds,
just phenomenal ones.
An act of God is their defence,
and who are we . . . more
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August 11, 2007 12:35 PM EDT --
The lunch bell’s vibrato scream startles him back…
Back from the world where an equation equals the sum of its parts
He grabs his brown paper sack and heads for the stairs
Clutching . . . more
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September 22, 2007 06:55 PM EDT --
Pre-dawn, eyes hazy and blunt.
Sojourn to shower, familiar fount.
Bowing to spigot, library of liquid love,
of hot-off-the-press caress and solution-borne soliloquy.
I hike the heat by vanquishing . . . more
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October 31, 2007 12:22 PM EDT --
The vestiges of peaceful sleep tug on my sleeve, children of the nightmare generation. I never liked sleep enough to be acquainted with the children--I've been an adult for far too long. Every time . . . more
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August 14, 2007 09:54 AM EDT --
I look around and see so much to do, but my muse calls to me like a voice of light in the darkness.
Dishes to do, laundry to fold...but my muse won't let me go.
He calls to me at the most . . . more
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October 18, 2007 01:20 AM EDT --
I want to make a Willow headboard. I think I have a pretty good idea about soaking the wood and working with it. I just want to see HOW PRIMITIVELY I can still create artful practical things. . . . more
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March 24, 2007 03:45 PM EDT --
Viridescent eyes
sparkle with a pretext
unknown to her victims.
She smiles
an incandescent smile
to deceive her prey.
She stealthily moves in
for the kill,
like a leopard. . . . more
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September 22, 2007 09:18 PM EDT --
Reisha's ritual took place yesterday in a small wooded area near our old home. She is sleeping peacefully (as all kitties love to do) beneath the earth beside a lovely pond which is . . . more
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May 15, 2007 10:37 PM EDT --
She passed out.
Passed on.
Passed right over me.
Passed me on fifth
and main in a yellow
cab. She didn't see
me. And I'm reminded
of all the times
that she wouldn't take
a bus. So scared and . . . more
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April 23, 2007 04:36 PM EDT --
"Affectionate sunset; dont you agree? Tangerine and lipstick pallette smothering the cut of the mountain can cause me to fall dreamy."
"Do not whisper during moments of almostromance. You . . . more
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August 26, 2008 11:33 AM EDT --
She was old, she was so thin and frail, and the way the sun shone through her silver hair,
you'd have thought she was an angel,
only with a cane instead of wings.
I heard her voice at . . . more
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April 23, 2007 04:41 PM EDT --
(HE SAID) I cant imagine not telling you when something is wrong
(MY THOUGHT) i'm starting to feel it again
(i'm sad, . . . more
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July 17, 2008 08:12 AM EDT --
There is something to be said for seeing life on Earth as a monastery, an ashram,
a school where we practice and learn and perhaps become masters of courageous compassion.
There is something . . . more
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December 16, 2007 09:50 PM EST --
That Old Love Song
Love vibes resonate upon the song,
That old song we fell in love too,
When the days seemed ever long,
And in the moment she is here with me again,
Dancing cheek to . . . more
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November 13, 2007 07:36 AM EST --
Never Will The Flowers Grow
Barren feilds of mother earth,
Devasted by mans hand,
Was once a forest filled with sound,
Now mortar, bricks and sand,
I used to . . . more
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October 24, 2007 10:47 PM EDT --
The Four Loves I 2007, black and white (above).
he likes red and scottish-terrier-black
what is more than that?
he neatly parks his red racer
and steps onto the autumn carpet
it is wet, . . . more
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July 02, 2007 02:34 AM EDT --
Love is a strange flower
It blooms in the sun of trust
as it thirsts for the rain of friendship
The most Fragrant bud of spring
Bloomed with a smile from your eyes
and the gentle touch of your hand
You . . . more
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October 07, 2007 07:06 AM EDT --
The Ship of Souls
The lighthouse breaks the haze,
In an eerie nightly mist,
Sat alone upon the harbor,
A ghostly child awaits his ship,
Dressed in shorts and cap,
A teddybear in his embrace, . . . more
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November 20, 2007 07:38 AM EST --
The First Dance Once Again
Although her mind is fading,
In the wake of growing old,
All of her memories live in pictures,
And they echo in her soul,
Fifty years of marriage,
He gazes long . . . more
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